Coping With Age
COPING WITH AGE
Age can steal our running legs
And drain our mighty arms
but it doesn’t change the great North Sea
or dim its vibrant charms
The winter sea has strength and grace
Its power shades of grey
Blue mists will kiss the faintest hearts
North winds blow aches away
Raw nature is magnificent
True courage does not age
A hearty soul does not count years
but must avoid a cage
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